Interactive Fiction Stories - 2

Five little pigs decided to build a house to protect themselves from the wolf. But they didn't know how to build houses. The wolves came and ate them all!

The next day, you were in the same position and it was just as bad as yesterday. You had no choice but to go back home and wait for nightfall to return to your village to report this horrible news to your parents. They weren't very happy with you.

You returned to your home, which is located near a large forest. It's not like any trees could help you out here.

"I'm sorry," you say to yourself, "It was my fault." You went too far today and now you have to make up for it by going back home to tell them everything. But you don't want to.

As you're walking through the forest, you see something strange: A small white rabbit runs towards you and hops on top of your shoulder. You look at it for a moment, then toss it into the air and catch it again.

You walk along, thinking about what you should tell them and how you're going to go about it. The more you think about it, the more you realize that this is probably the most important thing that's ever happened in your life, so it has to be done right.

"Hey! What are you doing?" The man asks, but he doesn't stop you from leaving. You head out into the woods, where you find yourself staring up at the sky. It is a beautiful sight, with stars twinkling above the trees and a moon hanging low over the horizon.

"I'm sorry," you say, "but I have to do something for my mom."

The man looks down for a moment. "You don't need to apologize for anything. She'll get it. " He returns his attention to you. "What do you want to do?"

"What?"

"Do something nice for her." He pauses, then out on this special day."

You look at him in disbelief.

"Are you serious? Are you kidding me?" you ask.

"Well... yeah. But what about your sister?" he asks, looking concerned.

"She's not here right now." You explain.

"Oh... well..."

"But she will be! I just know it!"

The man seems a bit disappointed that you're not convinced. "Alright then... but how do we get there?" you say, hoping for an answer.

"I don't know." He says it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Can you take us to where her car is?" You ask, trying to sound desperate.

"No, because she doesn't live there anymore."

"What?! How?!"

"Her parents are dead. Her dad died a few years ago and her mom is currently living with them, so they're not letting anyone else use their house."

"But I thought she lived here!"

"Yeah, she lives here now." He replies.

"Well, what about when we were kids? She said she used to go to your house all the time! What happened?"

"She left the house a long time ago."

"Wait a minute!

The Story Has Ended.